Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 3993 Two Oil Paintings
After this conversation, a rustling sound came from Hertz's speaker.

Soon after, a new conversation began.

"Old friend, I may not live long." It was still that slightly old voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are still young, less than fifty years old, how is it possible that you are going to die?" This was a slightly sharp male voice with a gloomy feeling.

"I don't want to die either, but you know, I've been affected by that thing..." The voice became lower, and it seemed that the signal was not good, with only a rustling sound coming from it.

After a while, the sound became louder again.

It sounded like someone was walking on the wooden floor.

When he reached a certain position, he stopped.

"I'll leave this original painting to you for safekeeping. I don't feel comfortable leaving it to anyone else... You can hang my copy here first."

Gloomy male voice: "Why don't you leave it to your son?"

"He's too noisy. He didn't like the sound of chirping when he was alive, and his only wish after death was eternal peace. If I leave it to him, he will probably be woken up."

"It would be better if it wakes up." The gloomy man said this, but he still accepted the painting: "I really want it to wake up. I haven't seen it for so many years."

"Although it won't wake up anymore, if it's hung in your house, you can still see it every day."

"I don't want that view." A gloomy male voice said, "I don't plan to hang it at home. It's yours and it will always be yours. I will open a storage unit in Rocky Bank in your name and keep it in it."

"Deposit it in the bank?"

After a long silence, the weathered man sighed, "Alright, let's use your birthday as the password."

The signal was unstable again.

The rustling sound kept repeating.

It took a while before the connection was reconnected. It was still the sound of conversation, and the people talking were still the gloomy male voice and the vicissitudes of life male voice, but time seemed to have moved forward a little.

"You were just released from the intensive care unit two days ago. Why are you being discharged and going home now?" The gloomy male voice sounded a little angry.

"You know, the doctor can't cure me, and I already have a feeling about my death. It should be in these two days..." Although the weathered male voice was still clear, his strength was obviously much weaker.

"I don't believe in fate. Come back to the hospital with me now."

"Hey, hey - don't push me, okay, okay, I'll go with you." The vicissitudes of life in the male voice seemed a little helpless, muttering: "Why don't you write your novel well, and come to my side?"

Seeing no response, he continued, "What is the content of the book you wrote recently called Hun Feng or something?"

"You can't even remember the name of the novel I wrote, and you're trying to change the subject. Let's go, get out of here."

The sound disappeared again.

After a while, a new voice appeared again, but it was no longer a mature male voice, but a little girl's voice.

"Dad, why are you looking at this painting? What's so good about it? It's just a vast expanse of white. So boring."

"What do you know? This was painted by your grandfather. It is also his last work."

"Grandpa? I've never seen a grandpa."

"Your grandfather died more than 20 years ago, when you were not even born...Okay, let's continue moving..."

"Aren't you going to take this painting with you?"

"Forget it, let it stay here."

……

Hertz fell from mid-air and returned to Angel's palm.

When Angel saw this scene, he knew that the resonance was over.

"Well done." Angel patted Hertz's body.

Hertz still behaved very stiffly, just twisting a little in Angel's hands.

Angel knew Hertz's situation, but he didn't care and took him away.

As soon as Hertz put it away, Angel felt something strange happening in the magic book. Turing quietly popped his head out and looked at Angel silently.

Angel touched Turing and said, "You are also great. I not only agree with this, but Laplace also said so."

A smiling emoticon floated up on the small TV, then slowly shrank back into the magic book.

When everything came to a halt, Angel's thoughts had drifted to the conversation he had heard earlier.

Although the conversation is not long, it contains a lot of information!
If nothing unexpected happened, the weathered male voice was the first-generation developer of the underground block, and the gloomy male voice was the friend of the first-generation developer.

These two people are the key.

The other voices are basically unimportant and are most likely the descendants of the first generation of pioneers.

From the conversation between the pioneer and his friend, we know that there should be two paintings of "White Town", one of which is the original one, and it seems that an old friend of the pioneer is sleeping in it?

The other is a plagiarized version copied by the developer himself.

It is now basically certain that this plagiarized version is the so-called posthumous work, which is the painting collected in the museum.

"There are two versions of the same painting... There must be a story behind it." Ingres murmured in a low voice.

Especially after listening to the dialogue in "Story Resonance", Ingres had a hunch that the original painting must have a big secret!
Maybe it is related to this "book page rumor"!
No, it should be said that there is definitely a connection.

Vera had said before that the legend of the hidden town was related to the first generation of pioneers. And the "rumors on the pages" led him here specifically, and he discovered the only painting related to the "town", and this painting was really closely related to the first generation of pioneers.

All of this, doesn't it mean that this is the clue? !

Ingres believed in his intuition, or rather, he believed in his own judgment.

The "rumors on the pages of the book" must have brought him here just to let him see this painting "White Town".

To other people, this painting is meaningless; but to him who possesses a time-space radio and the ability of "story resonance", this painting is simply tailor-made for him.

With this basis for judgment, Ingres was even more convinced that the original painting was definitely related to the "rumors on the pages of the book" and might even have something to do with the so-called hidden town.

With this in mind, Angle began analyzing the conversation, looking for clues to the original "White Town".

It is known from the conversation that the original oil painting was given to his friend by the first developer.

His friend deposited the painting in Lodge Bank.

So, what he had to do now was to go to Lodge Bank and take out the painting.

While thinking this, Angel entered the God's perspective and soon locked onto Rocky Bank.

Lodge Bank is a gold bank in the central area, backed by the Fashion Guild.

Although the financial flow is not as good as that of the Fashion Guild’s direct bank, no one in Modern City can match it in the safe deposit box business.

This is evident from the fact that they are able to own a large storage warehouse with security as tight as that of a heavy prison in a central area where every inch of land is valuable.

Angel's eyes moved to the storage warehouse area.

Although every item in the storage warehouse was locked in a special safe, from the God's perspective, Angel's sight could easily penetrate the safe.

I saw items one after another in the warehouse.

After a while, he locked a safe deposit box, which contained the original copy of "White Town".

Ingres used the perspective of God to appreciate the original version of "The White Town"... It is a very good painting, definitely far superior to the plagiarized version.

Both the painting skills and the artistry are at their best.

It is undoubtedly a masterpiece by a famous artist.

But from a God's perspective, Ingres did not find anything unusual about the original version...

I guess it's similar to this plagiarized version. You have to try it yourself to get more information.

Ingres originally wanted to ask Lizzie to send someone to get the original copy of "White Town", but later he learned that even for a big shot like Lizzie, it would be very troublesome to directly retrieve the safe deposit box in Rocky Bank.

At least you need to produce a certificate recognized by the bank.

Angel didn't know what this proof was. Was it most likely the proof from the descendants of the first generation of pioneers? Or was it the proof from the descendants of that friend?

Therefore, even if Lizzie went there, she probably wouldn't be able to get it out.

So, Ingres had to go and "get it" himself.

After leaving the museum, Angel opened the team chat channel while walking towards the surface.

There was finally a response in the team chat channel.

"Astrology Granny: ..."

"Astrology Granny: Reality Anchor +1?"

"Astrology Granny: This is outrageous! They just created a dark corner, and now they are pulling people from Modern City, and they are free to choose? Does this mean that everyone in Modern City is already in the state of preparing for anchoring?"

Gleipnir didn't believe that the ability of the fairyland power was only "reality anchor point +1".

When it takes out the "reality anchor" as a reward, it means that the power of Wonderland has probably achieved the foundation for preparatory full anchoring.

Gleipnir once thought that the power of the fairyland copy could do nothing, how could it compare to the power of time, space, and even creation.

Now she felt that she had underestimated the power of the fairyland.

She even vaguely felt that the Fairyland copy might become the underlying mechanism of the Dream Crystal Origin.

After a series of sighs, Gleipnir finally got back to the point.

"Astrology Granny: Don't rush to let April 1st use this reality anchor point. Um... since you let him join the Dream Mirror, I'll go talk to him later."

After Gleipnir finished speaking, Laplace also spoke, but she did not sigh, but spoke calmly.

“Laplace: From all aspects, this copy is more special than all the copies that have appeared so far.”

"Laplace: But was he really so special from the beginning?"

"Astrology Granny: What do you mean..."

“Laplace: Nothing, I’m just guessing. Maybe this copy wasn’t special at first. What made it special was probably… someone.”

"Astrology Granny: Oh."

No one spoke after that.

But Angel looked at Laplace's light "someone", and then looked at the astrologer's light "Oh", and he felt a little numb.

The "someone" they are talking about shouldn't be referring to me, right?

Ingres watched this conversation silently, and finally chose not to ask further questions, but changed the subject.

"Angel: Have you seen Com?"

“Laplace: I see. I’m setting up the venue and materials according to the luck-changing ritual you gave me. I’ll start drawing cards soon.”

"Angel: I look forward to the results of the card draw."

"Astrology Granny: Looking forward to it +1"

"Laplace: I'll share this in the team chat later."

After closing the chat bar, Angel had returned to the entrance of the Fashion Guild in the underground block and returned to the surface through the secret entrance.

Then he walked non-stop to the storage warehouse area of ​​Rocky Bank.

Not long after, Angel arrived at the warehouse area. Although the surroundings were airtight, it was still easy for Angel to enter.

Angel used illusion to conceal his figure and prepared to step into the warehouse area.

But halfway through the walk, he thought about it and replaced the ordinary illusion node with a nightmare node.

Ordinary illusions may still be discovered, but as the pillar energy of the Dream Crystal, there is no need to worry about nightmare illusions being discovered.

He moved forward as if no one was around and even controlled a senior manager and used his identification password to enter the storage area.

The storage area is also divided into different areas. The safe deposit boxes in the core storage area are more tightly sealed and require corresponding magic energy identification before entering.

The outer areas are relatively relaxed.

The safe deposit box that Angel was looking for had been stored in Rocky Bank for many years. It was originally in the core area, but as time passed, it has now been moved to the outer area.

Angel stood in front of the target safe deposit box and fell into deep thought.

A password is required to open the safe.

He had previously thought that he could just use his great strength to create a miracle, but when he came here, he discovered that all the safe deposit boxes were covered by a field of energy similar to that of a "spiritual resting place."

Destroying any safe deposit box will trigger the counterattack of the energy here.

Ingres wanted to take the paintings inside quietly rather than make a big fuss here.

Therefore, it is best to open the safe deposit box with the correct password.

"As for the password, I remember the first generation developer said that he used that friend's birthday as the password?"

"But who is his friend?"

Angel recalled the conversation he had heard before, and he remembered that the first generation developer seemed to have mentioned that his friend had written a novel.

The title of the novel seems to contain the word... "Hunfeng".

"Muddy Wind?" Angel murmured in a low voice: "It sounds familiar... I remember the book about the White Church, it seems to be called "Muddy Wind and White Sand"?

"Could it be that his friend is actually the author of this book?"

Because there was no clear title for the book, Ingres couldn't be completely sure, but he decided to give it a try.

He contacted Lizzie directly and asked her to help find out about the author of "Hunfeng and Shabai" and whether he knew the original developer.

After a few minutes, Lizzie gave a subtle answer.

She didn't find out what the author of the book "Hunfeng and Shabai" had to do with the first generation of pioneers.

but.

She discovered in an early magazine that the author of "Hunfeng and Shabai" had mentioned in public when promoting his novel that the prototype of "Shabai" in the book was the first generation pioneer.

Anyone who has read this book can clearly realize that the prototype of "Hunfeng" is the author himself.

Although Shabai and Hunfeng do not get along with each other in the book, they are also the kind of rivals who love and hate each other.

So, if we make an analogy with reality, the relationship between the author and the first generation of pioneers may be similar to this.

Therefore, Liz’s answer is: the author and the first generation pioneer are most likely acquainted with each other, and they have a close relationship.